I’s a Playa (Time)

[Intro: Pimp C]

Uhh

Hold up

Comin' down

Hold up

Mm

Smoke somethin'

[Verse 1: Pimp C]

Lately he been flippin' and, stayin' on the grind

Tellin' you that you fine, but he ain't spendin' no time

I be pourin' wine, tryin' to, knock out your spine

Make you mine, from behind, to some slowed down "Bump n' Grind"

His thang like a dirty Sweet, from off the street

My thang like a O' of indo, from Sacramento

Lately y'all been arguin', he, call you a bitch

Keep me all up in yo' shit, tryina dig you a new ditch

Now I admit, that he rich, and that his money is good

Got my dicked sucked in his 'Six, I'm fuckin' on leather and wood

I'm just a yougin' from the hood, with some dick that feel good

With him, you know that you shouldn't

With me, you know that you should

Your pussy snug, like a glove when I push and I shove

Knock a dime out the climb, cause I ain't makin' love

See yo' man the type of guy, to get jealous and hit'cha

But me, I lick ya where he don't, and suck real hard on yo' nipple

My game is sharp as a cicle, she love my pickle

And if you gave her a dime, nigga she gave me a nickle

So while you thinkin', she done jet, she got my dick on her mind

Keep on neglectin' yo' gal, young Pimp C be spendin' yo' time

Time

[Hook: Z-Ro]

I'sa Playa, I'sa Mack, I love getting at these ladies but not

Like I love my paper stacks

Now rule one get yo cash up: M.O.B

Thats paper in my pocket my nigga: P.I.M.P

Homie dont hate me mayne just hate the game

The only reason yo’ woman digging me because I play with change

Dont take it personal my nigga, I dont love her Imma playa

She just gon keep me company while I get lifted as I lay her

[Verse 2: Bun B]

Well naturally, I have to be, dead serious, maybe not

Let me tell a tale about this broad that thought she played me out

Yes, I was impressed, by the sex in her ass

W-U-I-S her, Versacci, down like Fran Drescher, bless her heart

She was a sweet-tart, but'cha never understood her point in our duo

Talkin' smart wit' all that "you know", comin' wit' he-say, she-say

From what she heard at the club, bout some chick that I had played on

Well bitch, you should have stayed home

She mad cause I done told her girl off, but the bitch was wrong, and you

You gon' let these messy ho's fuck yo' world off

I tried to love her man, but see love is one thang, and dumb is anotha

Brotha, I'd be dumb to let her run thangs

I should've passed, but I was gassed, super-unleaded

And her nappy-headed ass gon' regret it, remember I said it

Cause I'm, in a sublime, new state and frame of mind

Cause it'd be a crime, for me to waste my time

My time

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Twista]

Did you ever think about who's ass ya girl's was

Before the booty had became yours?

If a nigga's sang flows, you know everythang goes

Fuckin' in it til' it's colorful as rainbows

Sportin' furry Kangols, she can't go, rockin' paid shows

Paper hard to fold, plus I roll slick, keep talkin' shit

If you don't like me, it's most likely 'cause I done holla'd at yo bitch

Why she so thick? Tellin' lies and ya said to be believin' 'em

But I make her feel like "Uh-huh", can you do it? "Uh-huh"

But when I scoup her up, she know that I'm the one to make a slut cum

Got a man, he a lame anyway, motherfuck that stuff

Mad cause I snuck that love, bet he won't bust that slug

So go on head roll up that bud, so we can fuck

So wassup? Now we in the Suburb', submerged, watch a movie

Or bumpin' U-G, K shit, scoop a bitch and hit the booty

How the man, yea I knew, G, but she don't usually, say shit

'Cause the pussy make a motherfucker wanna ball up and cry

Chicka-pow-pow, I love them thighs when I'm rollin' aside

I ain't gon' up and die, like the guy that we got high

Take away more than two hits, two blows

She heard my new shit, it was new clothes

New gold Cuban link herringbones and cell phones

While her friend home, now I'm freakin' two hoes

If ya girl be wit' me, somethin' nifty, she prob'ly wanna lick me

I'm the Twista, I flame a ho pissy drunk and drippy

Damn skippy, gamin' it from Chi to Mississippi, now pimp on

[Hook, to fade]

I'sa Playa, I'sa Mack, I love getting at these ladies but not

Like I love my paper stacks

Now rule one get yo cash up: M.O.B

Thats paper in my pocket my nigga: P.I.M.P

Homie dont hate me mayne just hate the game

The only reason yo woman digging me because I play with change

Dont take it personal my nigga, I dont love her Imma playa

She just gon keep me company while I get lifted as I lay her